I hate weeding. I won’t be shy about it. I sersiouly hate it, it’s probably my LEAST-liked job in the world. A great deal of it is attributed to the fact that one has to get dirty to weed (which can be fixed with simple garden gloves), but I also have allergies, which are never fun to combat. But, today after just ROCKING my yard, and really putting a good effort in, I missed 3 phone calls. Isn’t life like that? You’re doing something good, worthwhile, and all the fun happens while you’re gone? Seriously depressing. Perhaps it’s a sign I shoudln’t weed anymore. Ya’ think?